Tuesday Tulips Short Story: A Model Tulip

Tulip Fancy

Sweet feminized Tulip is appreciated in a modeling photo shoot.

Sitting on the bus I wasn't sure about how I felt with the day ahead of me. Monsieur Rabanna had a long chat with my wife at the BBQ. She said he was very pleased with me and wanted to increase my hours. He was having trouble finding girls to play the role he wanted in the shop. Some found it demeaning to act in the old-fashioned way he wanted to make his customers feel special and others just did not have the manners or know how to carry themselves in a subservient way around the client's. He said I was a natural and really wanted me to do some evenings and Saturdays. I liked working in the shop. It was the only job I had done were I felt really on top of things. I didn't like the idea of traveling home in the evenings on my own so I was glad when she refused his request. She said Saturday mornings were my me time. I could go to the salon have my hair done my face and body pampered and chat with the girls. Saturday afternoons she liked me in the stands showing she had the support of her family. The afternoons and evenings she wanted me to concentrate of making our house a home she could come home to and relax after work. It didn't occur to me at the time but my opinion was not sort. Looking back, she was right of course. Who would do the house work. 

      What she did agree to was allowing him to uses me in his promotional material. Today a photographer was coming to take some head shots of me in different hats to use in posters around the shop. I was wearing a peasant blouse that I could pull down my shoulders out of shot when needed. My corset had half cups so my shoulder would be bare. I wore my pearl ear rings and had my neckless in my bag if needed but the hats were the show pieces. 

      I opened up the shop and Monsieur Rabanna came in early with the photographer and stylist. They set up a big white screen and lights in Monsieur Rabanna's salon and then had me sit while they readied the first hat and worked on my face and hair.

     I wasn't prepared for the amount of hair and makeup changes needed. Each hat could be worn in different ways with a different hair style and makeup for each variation. 

The stylist was really nice, but un-nerved me when she said she had been told my secret and while doing a makeup change then asked me how long was it since I transitioned? I immediately coloured up and quietly said I hadn't. "Wow"she said. "Do mean you still have yourrrrr?" I just nodded. "How do you get your skin so soft. You must have very low testosterone production." 

I told her about the morning, afternoon and night skin routines as well as the baths. Kelly emphasized complexion and skin care from the start. Her comments did make me think about how small my little testis had got when I could find them. With them constantly tightly padded and girdled and my pipe tightly ribboned I wondered if that was having side effects. They looked nothing like the men's penises and cannonball Ish testis in the photos my wife shows me when teaching me how to handle them if I should have to. They were all so hairy as well. My wife prefers a little landing strip and my pipe ribbon tied with a dainty bow.

    The hats kept coming as well as the lipstick and hair changes. I was gradually getting more and more comfortable with the posing but felt a fraud when told to pout. It was a long day and I got none of my normal work done or mail orders out. That means there will be twice as much to do tomorrow.

(Tuesday Tulips) Short Story: Tulip Endures Some Uncomfortable Moments at the BBQ.

Tulip Fancy 

Tulips endures some uncomfortable moments in the conclusion to the BBQ

         After chatting with Mary for a while I noticed the buffet running low on a few things so went and put my apron on, touched up my face and refixed my hat. Peter was busy with trays of drinks and walking wine and champion bottles round. I toped up the salads and bought out some more bread and rolls and cleaned up some plates.

      Then Kelly and family arrived. She had her new boyfriend with her. Grant was tall and slim and I was glad he couldn't see my burning face under the brim of my hat as I was introduced as uncle Tulip. And then there was her mother, my sister-in-law. There is a ten-year gap between the sisters. My sister-in-law and Kelly were at our wedding. I had never met her husband before but his faint musky aroma instantly caused a reaction in my nipples held in the push up half cups of my Basque. It told me who he was. The man whose underpants I had had my face in for the last few weeks. I felt sick to my stomach. As part of her efforts to help me cope if I'm attacked, my wife has been what she calls putting me on a spit. This involves a false man's penis attached to the headboard of the bed sticking out through a pair of men's used underpants for me to get used to the smell. I would have to put the penis in my mouth while my wife would mount me from behind and call me nasty names, suggesting I was promiscuous or did this sort of thing for money. She encouraged me to stroke my nipples and imagine it was the rough hands of one of my attackers. It was quite a scary experience the first time. The penis on the headboard was a bit longer than the girlmaker she uses from behind and the only place for it to go is down my throat. With her hands on my hips stopping me from pulling back she keeps my nose buried in the underpants and the penis down my throat and with her keeping a steady rhythm at the back I could feel a girlgasm building but couldn't get a breath. I was starting to panic but then the wave hit me and she pulled me back. It's taken a few weeks but I don't panic anymore.  Now here he is, Crushing my weakly offered hand. He had to know I am a man as he is family. I tried my hardest to keep a pleasant welcoming smile on my blushing face despite the turmoil in my stomach. His wife had given his dirty big y fronts to my wife. I wondered if he knew. I escaped to the kitchen to collect myself as soon as I could.

      Another thing that shook me confidence. Was while collecting glasses around near the BBQ. My wife was turning steaks and scraping onions when one on the Hockey girls shouted my wife's name and suggested she should have done a spit roast instead. Well, the whole group just doubled over with laughter. I pretended not to hear but could not stop the blood running to my face. Was my wife sharing our intimate time together with her friends? Again, sickness returned to my stomach. 

      The golfers arrived after already spending time in the 19th. Mary joined her husband who had turned up with the rest of his playing group. One of which was the horrible man who had bought my clubs. I did my best to steer clear of them as much as possible but Peter wasn't so lucky. He had to put up with being called "Ou fairy". Bring us a beer princess. "Hey beer bitch" more beer here. I could see Peter was mortified by this behaviour but could only smile and comply. Peters' wife thought it was funny to watch and looked pleased. My wife thought it was disturbing the other guests so went and put a stop to it. Two of the golfers left straight away and my wife told another that if she heard another word out of him, she would call him a cab and put him in it. The trunk if necessary! I was so proud of her at that moment for coming to Peters aid my heart skipped a beat, I felt my bottom tighten, my nipples tingle which bought a blush to my cheeks. Having the wind knocked out of them they caused no more trouble.

      The other odd thing was Monsieur Rabanna. Every time Peter came round with a tray or a bottle Monsieur Rabanna would move to his husband's side and hold his arm as if guarding him. If Peter offered a drink or a refill, he would say no thankyou I will look after my husband if you don't mind. He also spent a lot of time talking to my wife when not guarding his husband. I really hoped he wasn't complaining about me. I liked my job and didn't want to have to find another one.

      With the kitchen cleaned up we went out to the fire pit where my wife, Peters wife and a couple of others were still having a late whiskey. My wife reached up and pulled me down onto her lap. Peters' wife did the same calling him Petal and asking him if he had enjoyed flirting with the golfers. I snuggled into my wife by the light of the fire. I must have dozed off as the next thing I remember is being carried into the house.    

Tuesday Tulips: The Start of Tulips BBQ Experience

Tulips Fancy

Our heroine serves at the BBQ like a good emasculated submissive male-wife..... Tulips gets some help though...

    Sitting in the kitchen as the BBQ wound down I had very mixed feelings about the day. I feared that some memory's would stay with me for a while. Most of the dishes were done. Peter finished drying and I put the last plates away. As he was hanging up the tea towel, I noticed the two colourful beaded bracelets he was wearing as his lace cuffs fell down. They had female names spelt out in the beads. I asked him who they were. He said they were friendship bracelets from the ladies at the shop. He looked very embarrassed so I didn't press him on them. 

    The day started well enough. One final look in the mirror and I went down to the Kitchen. My wife was just finishing making a bowl of fruit punch. I wrapped a kitchen apron around my waist and checked the salads in the fridge. Thats when I realised, I would have to refix my hat every time I changed into my full hostess apron as it went over my head. I would only be wearing it to serve food and drinks then my wife and Kelly were keen for me to show off my pretty dress and figure. She came up behind me and ducked down to get under the brim of my hat and kissed the back of my neck while wrapping one arm around my waist and the other pawing at my breast. She pulled me back into her and told me I looked perfect. I could feel my breath quicken and my knees go week. She supported my weight for a moment until I regained my composure.  Then let me go and went to answer the door.  

       Peter followed her back in. He was wearing a pink suit like a footman in a Disney princess carton might wear. I thought for a moment that we were having a costume party but I knew we weren't. I was surprised when instead of shacking hands he kissed me on the check. My eyes were somehow drawn to the prominent bulge in the front of his tights. I did not know until a few weeks later that he wore a device covered by a pad to smooth out his tights. We bought his pasta salads in and transferred them into serving dishes for the buffet table we were going to set up. People were starting to arrive so I took my hat off and put my hostess apron on and refixed my hat in the mirror and started carrying trays of drinks out to the guests. I offered Peter one of my plainer aprons but he had bought his own which turned out to be more elaborate than mine. I think he was glad to cover his tights despite the femininity on his hostess apron. I could tell he was embarrassed but put it on and helped me with the serving. 

        Angela, Peters wife and some of the hockey girls had arrived and were hanging around the BBQ drinking beers from the ice bin that had been set up earlier. Monsieur Rabanna and his husband arrived and mixed in with Derick and Doreen while my friend Mary from the salon was a good addition to the group. Mary's husband would be coming after he finished his round of golf. The other people were my wife's work colleagues, partners, associates and customers that I did not know. And there would be more people coming later. As the afternoon wore on the buffet table was set up and running and I was able to take my apron off and have half a glass of punch while chatting with Mary. I was flattered by her praise of my hat and dress. Most people were in casual shirts and shorts. Some of the woman had made more of an effort. Being dressier than most I was both flattered and embarrassed by the attention I received but felt oddly proud. That feeling didn't last as the guests consumed more alcohol and started loosening up. Some peoples uglier side surfaced. Particularly when the golfers arrived....

New Tulips story coming tomorrow

Surprise! New story coming tomorrow! 

Short Story: John Peters Gets a Promotion

Journal Entry: 

I put my polishing rag into my bucket, wiped my hands on my apron, got up off my knees and followed Mr Wilcox to his office and stood in front of his desk. My stomach was in turmoil, to make matters worse  I had an urgent need to pee. 

He sat down on the other side of the desk. I felt those eyes drilling into me. He started to speak in that deep clear voice. He said that despite his misgivings the mistress had ask that I be made up to Parlour Maid. 

She has asked that, "You be freshly uniformed at all times and that your hands are gloved when not attending to her.' I know you have claimed to have filled in at this level at the manor, but I am skeptical. I know how clumsy and flustered you fairy boys get when in the presents of groups of accomplished women of stature. I do not want to hear any rattling China or spilt tea. You must concentrate on smooth graceful movements. Your actions reflect on the estate." 

"Do not let the mistress down." Keeping my eyes lowered, I curtsied and said, "Yes Mr. Wilcox."

Then he did what I was desperately hoping he would not. He pushed his chair back from his desk and taped his knee. I could feel the blood draining from my face as I said the words I knew he wanted to hear. 

"Oh, please Daddy can I please play with your happy sausage and make it squirt with joy." 

"Of course you can pumpkin," he replied smiling. 

I walk around to his side of the desk, sat on one knee and unbuttoned his monster's cave. 

It is so much bigger than anything I have had to deal with before. I held it in two hands as I massaged it until he finally orgasmed and flooded the front of my apron, after the third round of my lisping Baa Baa black sheep rendition. I had written to Mistress Judith about it but she had scolded me for questioning a superior's actions and reminded me that when attending to Mr Wilcox. I was literally, 'holding my career in my hands'. I cleaned him up with my mop hat. 

"Good Girl," he remarked.

I put him away and climbed off his lap. I held up the corners of my apron to contain the mess and keep it from soaking through too my dress as I stood to leave. He asked me to send Tilly to him if I saw her. Tilly was the Parlour Maid and a friend of mine. I used to practice my hair skills on her in the evening. She was in the corridor as I went to change my apron. I passed on the message. Later that day I saw her shaking people's hands, hugging and sobbing, she was in her overcoat with a small suitcase. She opened the servants entrance door looked me straight in the eye and just said, "Slut" as she left. I've never felt so ashamed....

(Written By: Tulips Fancy) 

Short Story: Tulip's Kitchen Dance

Written by Tulip Fancy

Our favorite feminized "Homemaker" is put in her rightful place... in the kitchen. 

"It is important that you aways wear heels in the Kitchen. It is by far the best way to gain confidence in them. Whatever you are doing concentrate on keeping your poise and elegance. Turning from sink to fridge. From fridge to range and back to sink. Opening high cupboards, opening low cupboards. There is no better training ground than the kitchen." 

These were the words that Kelly has drummed into me. Now with the added complication of my new corset these words came flooding back into my mind. The almost painful constriction of my waist. The new sensation of having stockings suspended from my corset. How was I going to get through the day. Just emptying the dishwasher. Even leaning forward only a little I could feel the tug of my back suspenders. It was such an alien feeling. I don't remember it being this hard when I was given my first heels. 'Ok,' I said to myself, 'Man up, you can do this.' 

I decided to put all the dishes on the counter top. That would involve just one set of movements, sorting them by cupboard as I unload. Then take each stack to each cupboard. Another set of movements. Economy of movement seemed to be the way to go. Always keeping Kelly's words in mind. This was going to be a long day.

I had tried on my new day corset for the first time the other night with Kelly. She had set the laces and then over an hour or so reduced it by another inch. She had also bought twelve pairs of stockings. A combination of day wear and evening wear. I had worn stockings before, but only in the bedroom for my wife. I had found it quite embarrassing. Feeling tacky like some Cheap Tart. My wife seamed to sense my discomfort and did not ask again. 

When I showed them to Kelly, she said, "No wonder they didn't put you in a romantic mood. They are cheap and it looks like Aunty bought them at an adult shop."

She really has no idea. My new ones felt deferent though. My discomfort was not the look and feel but rather the constriction. The garments looked and felt very classy. The stockings were very light and delicate to the touch. Not like the ones I had worn before or the tights I normally wear to work. After a bit of practice adjusting the tab lengths she was satisfied. After she loosened it just enough for me to undo the front eyelets, I took it off and put it in the draw next to my other two. I noticed my Valentine one had a different pair of stockings placed on top. I thought they must be 'special'. 

Kelly told me to wear it on Friday. I would have to ask my wife to tighten the laces. 

"Don't be surprised if you make her late for work," she said with a wink. 

My wife was still at the breakfast table reading the paper when I came down and bashfully asked her to tighten my laces. I had my back to her but could feel her eyes boring into the back of me as she stroked my bottom and the suspender running through me panties. After tying me off tight she lustfully savaged my neck from behind while holding my narrowed waist in her hands before raising them up to my cups and biting my ear lobe. 

"Mmmm....you are so perfect Tulip, my pretty little wife," she groaned into my ear. Her breathing was heavy, she wanted me that very moment.

I was perfect in her eyes, my wife had made me into her ideal version of a delicate domestic trophy wife, when in reality I was the one that had been "Domesticated"!

"Your waist is going to look so beautiful," she said, now that I had decided to start figure training while grinding into me. 

I thought, I was just practicing for Valentine's day. Regaining control of herself, she slapped hard my bum as she walked away to grab a couple of extra pads before going off to work. Thank goodness she had to leave to work. Leaving me a little breathless and unsteady. I could still feel the attention she had given my neck later in the day under its mask of concealer and powder. I would be getting my own back tonight. It is Friday and I get to satisfy my wife as a husband should....even if I was no longer the "man" in bedroom, being on my back in bed later that night with my wife thrusting into me in Amazon Position reminded me of that.

*********************************************************************************(Apologies to the author Tulip and readers, I wanted to publish this on Tuesday)

Tulip Tuesday Short Story: Tulip Valentine

Tulip Fancy

Kelly help our girl Tulip look for a sexy Valentine's Day gift.... 

When Kelly asked me what I had planned for Valentine's day I just looked at her blankly. 

"You have to do something. You do love her, don't you?" 

"Well, yes of course." 

"I know she really loves you." 

"I don't know, I just hadn't thought about it." 

"Well, let's think about it now. What about this." she said pointing at an advertisement on her iPad for a corset looking garment. I said it's beautiful looking underwear, but pointless. 

"She would never wear it. I normally get her a box of chocolates. She always gives me flowers." 

That made her laugh. 

"Not for her silly, it's for you!" 

"What!" 

"Yes, for you," she repeated. 

"You will be the sexy present," she said slowly as if talking to a five-year-old. "We are just deciding how to wrap you." That made me feel really silly. Things had changed quite a bit this year. 

"I don't know, it looks awfully tight." I said.

I have become quite used to wearing girdles over the last couple of years. Some of them are even slightly padded. My wife used to insist on it when I wore shorts or trousers. She said they made them hang better and kept my drain pipe from spoiling the lines. I did get some good-natured ribbing from the fellows on the golf course, but that might have been because of my more styled hair and smooth moisturized legs. I doubt it was the reason I found it harder and harder to find playing partners. 

This however, looked like a whole new level of constriction.  

"Nonsense" she said. "Isn't it worth it to raise her passions for you to a new level on the most romantic night of the year. It's just a matter of getting used to it. It will really help to define your figure and let you enjoy a greater range of clothes." 

"I don't know," I said. "It looks awfully expensive and I make very little money at the hat shop." Looking for an excuse to do something else. 

"Your wife will love it! And I have aunties credit card!" she said with a smile. "We have a couple of weeks, I'll get you a couple of every day ones as well, you can wear them to work and around the house. That way you'll be used to it by Valentine's day!" 

It was going to be a long week I thought....

Short Story: Pearl shopping with Tulip

Tulips Fancy

Tulip's Wife's POV: Tulip and his Wife go to the shops for jewelry that would hang lovely on Tulip's lovely neck....sealing his status as Lady of the House. 

(*Décolleté: A low neckline on a woman's dress or top)

As promised one warm summer early evening, I took Tulip to the square in town to look at the jewelry in the boutique shops. I'm not sure it was a promise he hoped I would keep. It was another step-in cementing in his mind that this is a permanent thing. 

This is our life style. I held his hand and walked at a pace that allowed him to keep his elegance while walking in heels. I must say Kelly has done a marvelous job with him. His flirty summer dress complimented his heels. My mother tried to teach me how to walk in heels when I was a girl. It was a disaster. She gave up in the end. I still only wear two-inch heels for important business meetings. To start with we just window shopped, walking around enjoying the evening. After looking in a couple of windows we went inside. The first set he tried on gave me such a thrill I wasn't sure my pants would survive the evening and I hadn't bought any spares with me! 

I had dreamt of this moment since the first time I took him out for coffee. His neck was one of the things that first attracted me to him. It's smoothness and the absences of an Adams apple, just made me think it was begging to be decorated. The other things that attracted me to him were his complete naive incompetence at anything he tried. Making him dependent and susceptible to suggestion. He is also quite a bit smaller than me. Expanding the gap in our physiques is something I have been slowly working on for the last three years. I have him down to sixty kg allowing me to be firmer with him when necessary. He also has a trusting and loving nature.

The first set were a short twin strand of bigger pearls that I thought seemed to lengthen his neck. The truth be known. I just wanted to bury my mouth in his neck and lick the length of it. Controlling myself though I had him try on another set this time with three strands. I liked this set but wished they sat lower on his décolleté. I asked what he thought. He was blushing profusely and just whispered, 

"I can't believe you are really doing this. They are so expensive." 

"A promise, is a promise sweetheart," I said.

I asked the assistant if they could be lengthened. She said they could lengthen the clasp area but it will show when he is wearing his hair up. Or we could order you a set three inches longer. They will sit an inch and a half further down his décolleté.   

Yes, do that I said. I saw him swallow hard. Still blushing and starting to perspire. I think it was sinking in. This is what I always wanted. When I was growing up my mother always told me, 

"To not just look at the boy or the man he is now, but at the man he will grow into." 

I think her advice was spot on. Tulip has grown into exactly the man I wanted. I said to the assistant we will also take the two strands with the matching earrings. That is when Tulips knees went and I had to catch him. The assistant bought over a chair and went to get a glass of water. I had a good year work wise. Business is good. We deserve to enjoy the fruits. While he was sitting down, I had a look though his handbag to see if he had a spare pad. I was in danger of leaking though the outside of my pants. Luckily, he did. The next stop would be the coffee shop to make myself decent. Tulip had some water and settled down while I settled the bill and waited for them to give us a time line on the three strands. 

After some window shopping, we headed back to the jewelry shop. I knew tonight the jewelry would be the only thing Tulip would be wearing while I pound him into the mattress....only this time, I will remember to keep the windows closed. 

Short Story: Tulip Goes Job Hunting

Tulip Fancy

Our sweet delicate Tulip looks to a different type of employment.... something less subservient and feminine.

While going through the newspaper today, I saw an ad for a job that I hoped would be my way out of the diner, namely the busy hands of the male customers. Getting a slap on the butt had become too humiliating and I was getting real tired of picky customers. The job ad was for a general hand in one of the local lumber yards.

I was quite excited and couldn't wait for my wife to get home so I could tell her.

When she arrived, I took her bag and hung her coat up. I was bursting to tell her but didn't want to crowd her when she first came in. I bought us some tea and she looked at me suspiciously. 

"Ok she said, spit it out." 

It was then that I told her about the job at the lumber yard. She looked at me and said, "Do you mean working in the office. Because you were working in an office when I met you and that didn't end well." 

"Well no, I would be working in the yard. Moving timber, filling orders, cutting things up. That sort of thing."

She paused for a minute. Then took both my hands in hers. She was running her thumbs over my knuckles. 

"That feels nice. Is that the new hand cream Kelly asked you to try? Smells nice too." 

"Yes," I said. 

"How do you think the men would treat you?  You've had some not nice experiences at the diner." 

"But I would not look like this. I could get my hair cut and buy some work clothes." 

She looked skeptically. 

"What pretend to be a man? Have you ever driven a forklift? You can't even drive a car. Have you ever used power tools or heavy machinery? No, I said feeling a bit deflated. Look how soft your hands are. They would be covered in painful splinters in no time." 

This wasn't going how I thought it would. I could wear gloves I said hopefully. She pulled me towards her and hugged me to her breast. She smells my hair and kissed the top of my head. 

"I know you want to get out of the diner, but this isn't the way. I have spoken to Monsieur Rabanna. He is the millioner who owns the Ladies Hat Shop in the square," she said."He is looking for someone to open in the mornings for him. He starts late and works late. If you check your lippy and grab your purse, I'll drive you down there to meet him. I believe he is homosexual so you won't have any trouble from him. You might even get a staff discount. If you get a nice hat, I'll take you for a Sunday drive."

(*note: I will begin to place Tulips stories to her own pages soon for better access- Annabelle B)

Short Story: Tulip is all Washed Out

Tulip Fancy

Our heroine adjust to the routine of a traditional housewife....a girl's work is never done! Especially in the laundry room....

I suppose, I should be grateful that the hockey shirts don't need ironing. I was so proud when my wife was made Vice-Captain. What I didn't realize was, that also meant she would be in charge of the kit. 

After getting home, she would toss all her things on the floor expecting me to pick it up. Every time I bent down to pick up her kit she would smack my bum and laugh to herself. 

Since I'm the only one that does laundry in our house that meant it was up to me. I had ended up doing the laundry not long after we moved in together. Despite wearing a pipe ribbon, every three or four weeks I would discharge during the night. This would obviously make a mess in the sheets which my wife said she was not prepared to deal with and I needed to take responsibility. When that would happen, my wife would have me hand wash the white stains off by hand. After proper instruction from my wife and Kelly the laundry had become my domain. I can't believe how skippy Kelly's thong underwear is, I can't help but think that every time she stays over and has me do her laundry while she studies in the other room. 

With this extra work load I'm finding that I have to wash every day and sometimes twice. I'm getting up half an hour early every day just so I can get a load on the line before I go to work. In the afternoon I generally do our smalls and blouses in the sink. My wife, thankfully gets her suits dry cleaned through work. The hockey skirts are pretty easy to iron. They have no pleats and just two overlapped flaps to aid movement. I must say when the team runs out on Saturdays wearing my hard work there is a pride that I'm almost part of the team. I can't wait for the season to end though.... 

Love Tulip 

Short Story: How Tulip Survives the Diner

Tulips Fancy

Our heroine now has a job and she is getting a ton of attention! 

It had been a few weeks since I started working at the diner. The midmorning crowd were mainly ladies out shopping. Coming in for tea and a chat. Not big tippers but nice and friendly. Alway quick with a compliment and tips about my love life. Until I flash my fake engagement and wedding rings. Part of my diner survival kit . 

Then its "My husband is a very lucky man." I just smile, I never try and correct the record. 

How could I?

The real problem is 11:30 am to 2:30 pm. People coming in for food. Lots of workmen, construction workers and office types. Let me tell you one lot is just as handsy as the others. 

After the first week my bottom was laterally black and blue. I was crying at night. My wife would comfort me. Even once saying I should take it as a compliment. I said I didn't want to go back. She said I could not leave another job, what would I do? She took me out and bought me two pairs of padded panties and two girdles to fit over them. I think of it as my armor. Thats the second part of my diner survival kit. 

They did actually make my uniform fit better and I could see from the look in my wife's eye that I had stirred something in her and she would be exercising her conjugal rights tonight. Which she did. The third part of the kit the owner showed me. You glue a little metal stud on the back of your order book folder. When you feel a hand where it is not supposed to be, you swat it. If you get them on the knuckles, it hurts and they move fast. Men are such pigs! I hate them. 

Even though I still am one I suppose..... Anyway, it won't be forever. I'll get a new job. Something that will impress my wife and make her see me in a whole new light. 

Tulip's Short Story: Friday Nights Tulip Gets His Head Down

By Tulip Fancy

Told from the POV of Tulip's wife. Tulip's emasculation continues as "she" becomes more of a trophy wife.

For the last few weeks, I had been concentrating on teaching Tulip to achieve sexual satisfaction in a feminine way and he does seem more relaxed now. The power rush I feel while doing this is incredible and I always reach satisfaction, sometimes multiple times.  That said I would also like to mix in our traditional way of doing things which has kept me satisfied since we met. Tulip has a wonderful tongue and having him between my thighs for an hour or more is Heaven on Earth. 

   Since he started at the diner, I have been getting him into the hair dresser about once a week and have been pushing for a regular slot which is like gold dust. Well, I got a call from the owner. Mrs Edwards who has had one of the 8:30 am Saturday mornings slots for fifteen years has just gone into an old age hospice. Did I want the slot for Tulip? Well of course! 

 

 This was good on so many levels. He would have a known routine. He would see the same other ladies every week and hopefully form a bit of a social circle.  I could pick him up after and we could go straight to Hockey. Turning up for Hockey with Tulip as "arm candy" would turn so many heads. There would be quite a few jealous girls. 

"I'd like you to meet my husband Tulip." 

That sentence never fails to send a tinge up my spine and moisture up my underwear. 

Having my husband on the side lines cheering me on will be magic. And the ultimate advantage, there will be no reason for him to put his hair up on Friday nights. Rollers on the inside of your thighs does not work. You just cannot get comfortable. Having Tulips head back where it belongs will bring my week to a close beautifully.

I dropped by Doreen's today for coffee and to see the new baby. A real cutie. She thanked us for the help with Derick and keeping her intimate relationship with him healthy. We reaffirmed our commitment to keep it between the four of us. No one in the neighborhood had to or needed to know. 

 I mentioned that I managed to get Tulip a regular slot. Well, she nearly choked from laughing. I asked what's so funny. She said three years ago he had a season ticket for United. Now he has a season ticket to the beauty salon. Instead of sitting on the terrasses watching football he'll be sitting under a dryer reading fashion magazines. 

"Yes, your right "I said. "Isn't it wonderful? I had to get rid of that football nonsense, too many bad influences. Tulip is going to be a field hockey fan now. Where I can see him."

    I think it may be time to get Tulip out of the diner. It is clear from the bad experiences he has related to me, dealing with men at the diner and his help with Derick. He seems to be starting to see men as the opposite sex. He had previously always tried to fit in with them or try and emulate them. Now he sees them in a different way. This is great. Although I always sympathize and comfort him for the treatment he receives. It is the reason I sent him there. Driving a big wedge between him and his birth sex is just what I was looking for. I wanted him to see he is not like them and never will be.

  I want to get him into something that requires him to be constantly well groomed. Some sort of Ladies retail maybe. He can keep his poor opinion of men without having to deal with them.

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Short Story: Tulip Crosses His Fingers

By Tulip Fancy

Our "girl" gets some help in becoming a better lady by the daughter of his wife's sister. Tulip's story continues.  

Kelly, was trying to persuade me to get back into a lacy nightie and peignoir before my wife got home from her hockey practice sessions. Kelly said my wife had asked her to help me "blossom" as a woman. I don't think the tomboy look was what she had in mind. I had bought the pjs on the way home from work with my tip money. I was determined to wear them tomorrow morning if Derick showed up to my door. With the dark rinse we had just put through my hair I am hoping he will find me ugly enough to balk at me relieving his tension. With only a week to go before the baby is due, I might have done it for the last time..... fingers crossed.   

Kelly was right of course. My wife would not be happy with my purchase. Kelly is my wife's niece and stays over on Wednesday nights when she is at hockey practice to give me makeup tutorials. She is a real "girly-girl" and knows everything about hair, makeup and fashion. She can change my look to anywhere from 16 to 36 years of age and little girl cute to austere school teacher. I sometimes wonder what she must really think of me, but she never mocks me.

     Ok, better get changed and keep the piece. She can be quite amorous after a hard practice session. It is strange that I am feeling much more relaxed the last couple of weeks after the attention I receive from her. The build-up of tension in my loins and then the "discharge" though my "drain pipe" is something I had only experienced in my sleep before. I think it must be something similar to what Derick experiences. It must be a man thing. I'll change back in the morning while she is in the shower. Fingers crossed.

Short Story: Tulip Helps a Neighbor

By Tulip Fancy

The "real" lady of the house helps a neighbor with his personal issues,  this will her help her understand her place (Told from the POV of Tulip's wife) 

Like any good wife I was keen for my husband to have a fulfilling sex life. Just in my case it was through penetration only. I have been using my jell six-inch penis on Tulip for a few weeks now and nothing turns me on more than that. Lifting the back of whatever he is wearing, grabbing his hips, sliding in and hearing that sharp intake of "her" breath never get old.

The problem is I have not been able to bring him off this way. We have been close, but not made it yet. I think he still thinks of himself deep down inside as a man or at least male.... That all this will go away sometime. Ridicules I know! I need him to cross that line. To just let go once and cum.

What I thought might be an opportunity came while chatting to my heavily pregnant neighbor, Doreen. She was at that stage when sex was very difficult and her husband Derick was getting very "toey." I thought about it for a minute and said maybe I can help with that little problem and in doing so, help with our own intimate problem.... However, I didn't mention any of this to Tulip.

The next morning, there is a knock at the back door.

"Tulip honey leave the dishes for now, get on your knees and wait there while I get the door." 

"Come in Derick, Doreen explained everything to me. She says you carry quite a nice load..... so I was thinking you can use Tulip twice a week until the baby is born. No one will know about this. Be as gentle as you can until she gets the hang of it. You see she has never done it before. Be as quick as you can. I don’t want either of you being late for work and Derick one more thing....... mouth only! Got it?"

     "Tulip. When Derick has finished with you. Do not wash your mouth! Clean off any splatter from your face and hair, Do your make-up and coiffeur as normal. But I want you tasting his manly baby making sperm all day. I want you thinking about where it came from. I want you to remember the smell of his crotch when your nose was buried in it. I want you to remember the feelings it produced in you. I want you to remember his heavy ball sack smacking against your perfectly smooth chin. I also want you to think about all the changes we’ve made over the last year to bring out your natural femininity. And how well suited you were to the task you performed today."

      "One more thing Derick. It’s first thing in the mornings only. It takes Tulip over an hour to brush out and shape her hair do in the mornings so I don’t want you crushing her curls with those big rough hands of yours before I get home. She buses tables down at the diner between 10 am to and 3 pm so it’s first thing in the morning or not at all."

"Wait you mean have sex with-" Tulip protested. 

"No, I know you are not having sex with Derick. I would never allow that. You are just helping a neighbor relieve some tension."

"But it's with another man! I mean...I'm doing it with another man-" 

"Hush now and no Tulip, I told you it is not technically sex. You are just helping out a neighbor."

"I’m the only one that has sex with you. You are my husband. You only bend over for me. Is that clear!?"

Tulip only nodded at what I had to say.

"I have to get dressed for work now. Don't be too long you two."

  As I was leaving the room to give them their privacy. I saw Derick walk up to Tulip and put his large hand on the side of her curler encased head. I so much wanted to stay and watch, but in Tulip's mind I wanted to create the impression it was no big deal. 

 Well, I spoke to Doreen later that morning over coffee and the news could not have been better. Apparently, Derick just held the side of her head with one hand, stroked her jaw line with the other and her mouth opened up just like any girl. He said he didn't last long because it had been over a week since he had some relief. According to Doreen, he is quite a virile man! The good news is that just before he released his load, he felt Tulip also climaxed after she relaxed a bit. I did not expect this on the first go. I was so glad she reached release. I just hope she can do so with me, now that it has happened once. I asked Doreen what soap and deodorant Derick used. I'll try to bring back that trigger smell from her memory. It may help when I am making love to her.

   I also got a call from the lady that owns the dinner amount other things. She is one of my clients. She asked if there was something the matter with Tulip. Because she had been making mistakes all morning. Taking wrong orders, delivering food to the wrong tables. I knew exactly what was wrong with her. She had achieved release with a man's penis in her mouth and was having a hard time processing her feelings. I couldn't tell the owner the real reason, so I just said she was being petulant this morning and I had to correct her. It was probably playing on her mind. She said she understood, but it could not go on after today. I said I would speak to her.   

Short Story: Tulips Garage Sale

By Tulips Fancy 

A husband witnesses the end of his manhood

   I knew this day would come. When more of my old life would be put up for sale. My wife insisted I would feel prettier with more jewelry. She said she would spring for a two strand pearl necklace and a bracelet. She also said if I sold all my old “junk” in the garage I could have a three strand. I didn’t really want any. But there’s very little fight left in me these day.

   Having to advertise the sale using my newish name, "Tulips." Opening the garbage doors up, setting up a table with all my old possessions on and then standing next to it was the start of a very bad day for me. Having to explain to former golf partners and neighbors that my wife didn’t think that these things were suitable for someone like me was both emotionally and physically devastating to me. I don’t think I will ever recover from seeing my golf bag being carried away for pennies on the dollar by a laughing, horrible bully of a man I had always loathed in the neighborhood.

"Nice dress," he chuckled to himself as he walked away.

   That is when the dam burst. Luckily my wife was watching from the front door step as my knees gave way and the uncontrollable tears flowed as I broke down. She swiftly rushed over and caught me as I was falling. She pulled a garden chair from the garage, sat down and pulled me down onto her lap. It would have been more than half an hour before I stopped sobbing into the shoulder of her tee shirt.

   Crying myself out, I pulled the skirt of my dress further down over my knees. I looked for the corked wedged sandal that had fallen from my foot. My wife put her fingers to my lips and shushed me and told me to calm down. She reached down, pick up my hand bag and told me to fix my pretty face.

   I wanted to go inside to do it. but she said I couldn’t leave the stall. I pulled the compact from my makeup bag, opened it to see the total mess that was my face. I sat on my wife’s lap and made the repairs I could. All the while, I could see curtains twitching and people walking dogs that never did at that time of day. I felt like "The Tulip Show." 

   Later that night in bed she was caressing my nipple and tummy as we spooned. My wife knew I was still upset from the garage sale. She kissed my neck, lifted my hair and whispering in my ear, "If we ever needed anything fixing in the house we could just get a man to do it. Now relax and accept this." 

   That is when she lifted the back of my delicate nighty and introduced her jell penis to my exposed opening to be used in me for the first time. 

  I gripped the sheets tight and gritted my teeth as my full emasculation began. My role of husband and man of the house was officially over.

  My hardware tools and golf clubs were gone and now my masculinity was being erased with every thrust into me. I was now The Lady of the House.... I was Tulip.